Like this one, what the fuck is she saying there ? ...... :-o
“The fortune my spirit is not to be blown into coins of brass and flung to the winds as alms for the poor of the spirit. I guard my treasures: my thought, my will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.”
Printed copy · Anthology Volume 9, page 312Printed copy from The Tender For Law Anthology, Volume 9, page 312 (printed 13 June 2014). Added by this site; not part of the Facebook export.